ouch, dude. ouch. naw, i’ll help you! i hate being chained up, ‘s totally degrading. * he approaches them, eyes sweeping over the chains. he simply comes close to a link, picks it up and gives a sharp tug. it doesn’t give straight away, and it’s one of the rare times asher finally shows himself as anything but human. the metal snaps, and the chaotic actions are repeated until the chains crumble. his hands are mostly scraped by the metal, fingers blistering, but it’s fine * well, that’s my good deed done for the day!